Introduction
Let's Get...LOUD
The world as everyone knew it had ended long ago. Man’s avarice gave way to destruction. The greedy and powerful tried to tear each other down in hopes of one emerging as the sole victor; this person could rule the world. The less fortunate joined sides and soon war broke out. Not just in one or two cities, not only one country, but worldwide. Chaos ensued and the orderly world changed forever. The heavily populated cities were the first to become desolate wastelands. Stable countries such as China and the United States fell and were reduced to pathetic heaps of rubble.
The world population greatly reduced and now humans are scarcely scattered all over the dystopia that was once the home of billions. Resources are dwindling and people seem to have lost their common sense. They fight over the simplest things, clothes, places to sleep, things that everyone once took for granted. Every day is a treacherous adventure, cannibalism is becoming increasingly popular, and it is not uncommon to walk around a corner and witness someone being brutally murdered. Some people have decided to hide away from others, some have gone mad, but there are still people out there who think rationally. Not all of them are good.
Grant Richards, now the world’s richest man, seized the opportunity to rule what is left of the world for himself. In a way, he is a dictator, establishing his own form of government very similar to a Despotism. His word has become the new law, and while many are against them, there is little anyone can do about it. Grant has established a military that polices the more populated areas spread out all over the world. If anyone is caught breaking the rules they’re executed on the spot. After all, with resources dwindling, what’s a few less people?
The new military, better known as Politia, cannot patrol every corner of the world. Out of their reach, there are places where wars over territory continue to rage on like a wild flame. In these places are gangs that fight for control over the land. They each have a specified color, distinctive tattoos, and specific taste in music. Four prominent gangs, the Sirens, Poison, Keys, and the Bullets have claimed the most territory, but they now want to do more than just acquire land. Recently the leaders of each gang came together for a meeting; they decided that fighting each other was pointless when they could be doing much more productive activities.
Each leader signed a temporary peace treaty; they agreed to stop fighting with one another for a span of one year. During this time, they’re going to group together and try to overthrow Grant Richards and his crock of a government. It won’t be a simple task, but in these times not many things are.
Meet the Gangs
The Sirens;
Their signature music is anything Pop related. The most interesting thing about the gang is the fact that they're all females. That's right, no boys allowed. They can be identified by their stardust tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a whip. No matter where they're going, you'll always see them with a pair of these wrapped around their necks. You could never have a hard time identifying them, they are always brightly dressed and unusually animated and energetic.
Poison;
Their signature music is anything Rock and it's many sub genres. Like the Sirens, they only consist of one gender, all males. A girl has never been allowed to join them. They can be identified by their music note tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a pair of daggers. They can always be seen with these Zippo lighters. They aren't as easily identifiable as the Sirens. You'll have to catch a glimpse of their tattoo to pick them out.
Keys;
Their signature music is any and everything Classical. They're made up of both males and females. They can be identified by their rose tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a rapier. Very easy to pick out, they're always dressed nice and never go anywhere without wearing a fedora. This group is much more mannerly than the others, they are polite unless you give them reason to behave otherwise.
Bullets;
Their signature music is Hip-Hop and Rap. Like the Keys, the gang consist of both males and females. They can be identified by their gun tattoos. Their weapon of choice is brass knuckles. Much like Poison, they aren't easy to pick out unless you can see their tattoos. They do always wear dog tags, but they may not always be easily noticed.
Hangouts;
The Sirens
Poison
Keys
Bullets
Roles;
The Sirens:
The Leader- Taken by Pimpette
Second-in-Command- Taken by Lovely Spade
Tactician-
Muscle- Taken by LadyLola
Poison:
The Leader- Taken by Spectrum
Second-in-Command-Taken by MisterMars
Tactician-Taken by One
Muscle-
Keys:
The Leader-Taken by poeticjustice8012
Second-in-Command- Taken by Maci-Care
Tactician-Taken by Hells13
Muscle-Taken by freakofnature
Bullets:
The Leader-
Second-in-Command- Taken by LucyLovesYou
Tactician-
Muscle-
Character Sheet;
Appearance:[anime preferred, realistic is acceptable]
Name:
Nickname:
Age:[at least sixteen]
Gang Affiliation:
Personality:
Background:[brief or detailed]
Weapon:[doesn't have to be the group favorite, max. 3]
Outfit:[optional]
Playlist:[use links please]
Anything Else?
Rules;
~I am the GM of this RP, Lovely Spade is my co-pilot, obey us or DIE :D
~All post must be at least 300 words, other than that, the sky is the limit for posting
~Romance is highly encouraged, but we don't wanna see anything explicit *shudders*
~Violence is allowed, as much as you want, just don't use it senselessly
~Cursing is also allowed, but be tasteful with it unless your character purposely has a sailor's mouth
~Respect your fellow RPers, we're gonna be one happy family...or else something terrible will happen to you ^^
~No OOC fighting, save the drama for ya mama
~No godmodding, you aren't Rambo
~Don't kill off another person's character unless you have their consent first
~Post at least once a day, if you can't it's understandable
~If you need to leave or won't be active for a while let me and Lovely know first!
~Rule breakers have their characters killed off in some humiliating way :)
~Reservations last for 24 hours, after that the spot's reopened
~If you read all of the rules post your favorite food in your character sheet or your reservation!
~This is for fun...so you better enjoy it and laugh, or we'll hunt you down...
The world as everyone knew it had ended long ago. Man’s avarice gave way to destruction. The greedy and powerful tried to tear each other down in hopes of one emerging as the sole victor; this person could rule the world. The less fortunate joined sides and soon war broke out. Not just in one or two cities, not only one country, but worldwide. Chaos ensued and the orderly world changed forever. The heavily populated cities were the first to become desolate wastelands. Stable countries such as China and the United States fell and were reduced to pathetic heaps of rubble.
The world population greatly reduced and now humans are scarcely scattered all over the dystopia that was once the home of billions. Resources are dwindling and people seem to have lost their common sense. They fight over the simplest things, clothes, places to sleep, things that everyone once took for granted. Every day is a treacherous adventure, cannibalism is becoming increasingly popular, and it is not uncommon to walk around a corner and witness someone being brutally murdered. Some people have decided to hide away from others, some have gone mad, but there are still people out there who think rationally. Not all of them are good.
Grant Richards, now the world’s richest man, seized the opportunity to rule what is left of the world for himself. In a way, he is a dictator, establishing his own form of government very similar to a Despotism. His word has become the new law, and while many are against them, there is little anyone can do about it. Grant has established a military that polices the more populated areas spread out all over the world. If anyone is caught breaking the rules they’re executed on the spot. After all, with resources dwindling, what’s a few less people?
The new military, better known as Politia, cannot patrol every corner of the world. Out of their reach, there are places where wars over territory continue to rage on like a wild flame. In these places are gangs that fight for control over the land. They each have a specified color, distinctive tattoos, and specific taste in music. Four prominent gangs, the Sirens, Poison, Keys, and the Bullets have claimed the most territory, but they now want to do more than just acquire land. Recently the leaders of each gang came together for a meeting; they decided that fighting each other was pointless when they could be doing much more productive activities.
Each leader signed a temporary peace treaty; they agreed to stop fighting with one another for a span of one year. During this time, they’re going to group together and try to overthrow Grant Richards and his crock of a government. It won’t be a simple task, but in these times not many things are.
Meet the Gangs
The Sirens;
Their signature music is anything Pop related. The most interesting thing about the gang is the fact that they're all females. That's right, no boys allowed. They can be identified by their stardust tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a whip. No matter where they're going, you'll always see them with a pair of these wrapped around their necks. You could never have a hard time identifying them, they are always brightly dressed and unusually animated and energetic.
Poison;
Their signature music is anything Rock and it's many sub genres. Like the Sirens, they only consist of one gender, all males. A girl has never been allowed to join them. They can be identified by their music note tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a pair of daggers. They can always be seen with these Zippo lighters. They aren't as easily identifiable as the Sirens. You'll have to catch a glimpse of their tattoo to pick them out.
Keys;
Their signature music is any and everything Classical. They're made up of both males and females. They can be identified by their rose tattoos. Their weapon of choice is a rapier. Very easy to pick out, they're always dressed nice and never go anywhere without wearing a fedora. This group is much more mannerly than the others, they are polite unless you give them reason to behave otherwise.
Bullets;
Their signature music is Hip-Hop and Rap. Like the Keys, the gang consist of both males and females. They can be identified by their gun tattoos. Their weapon of choice is brass knuckles. Much like Poison, they aren't easy to pick out unless you can see their tattoos. They do always wear dog tags, but they may not always be easily noticed.
Hangouts;
The Sirens
Poison
Keys
Bullets
Roles;
The Sirens:
The Leader- Taken by Pimpette
Second-in-Command- Taken by Lovely Spade
Tactician-
Muscle- Taken by LadyLola
Poison:
The Leader- Taken by Spectrum
Second-in-Command-Taken by MisterMars
Tactician-Taken by One
Muscle-
Keys:
The Leader-Taken by poeticjustice8012
Second-in-Command- Taken by Maci-Care
Tactician-Taken by Hells13
Muscle-Taken by freakofnature
Bullets:
The Leader-
Second-in-Command- Taken by LucyLovesYou
Tactician-
Muscle-
Character Sheet;
Appearance:[anime preferred, realistic is acceptable]
Name:
Nickname:
Age:[at least sixteen]
Gang Affiliation:
Personality:
Background:[brief or detailed]
Weapon:[doesn't have to be the group favorite, max. 3]
Outfit:[optional]
Playlist:[use links please]
Anything Else?
Rules;
~I am the GM of this RP, Lovely Spade is my co-pilot, obey us or DIE :D
~All post must be at least 300 words, other than that, the sky is the limit for posting
~Romance is highly encouraged, but we don't wanna see anything explicit *shudders*
~Violence is allowed, as much as you want, just don't use it senselessly
~Cursing is also allowed, but be tasteful with it unless your character purposely has a sailor's mouth
~Respect your fellow RPers, we're gonna be one happy family...or else something terrible will happen to you ^^
~No OOC fighting, save the drama for ya mama
~No godmodding, you aren't Rambo
~Don't kill off another person's character unless you have their consent first
~Post at least once a day, if you can't it's understandable
~If you need to leave or won't be active for a while let me and Lovely know first!
~Rule breakers have their characters killed off in some humiliating way :)
~Reservations last for 24 hours, after that the spot's reopened
~If you read all of the rules post your favorite food in your character sheet or your reservation!
~This is for fun...so you better enjoy it and laugh, or we'll hunt you down...
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Joey scrubbed his scalp, grunting at the surprising amount of grime that came up with it. The city was filthy and sooty, and his hair attracted it like a magnet, if he didn't wash up, his hair went greasy. He wasn't blessed with perfect genes like some other people in this hideout, but what the fuck ever man. He wasn't out to impress anybody...who could think of romance in this dystopia where you kill or be killed?
And then the boss 'man's voice echoed down into the showers. They were ALL meeting for this treaty? No! He was supposed to be the one who stayed and made sure the hideout didn't get razed to the ground while the bossman was out negotiating treaties and trade agreements and whatever. Even if he didn't respect his superior's age, he admired the kid's gumption. Soul got things done, and the Poisons were pretty well off as far as the gangs could be. They had food, they had weapons and a full stockpile of ammo. Their scavenging turned up more than enough necessities that they could support a veritable village (and he supposed with the newbies in tow, they were a village now).
Joey turned the shower off and toweled himself dry, throwing on his jeans, a t-shirt, and his hoodie. Suit and a tie? He didn't have one. He had a few changes of clothes, but that was it.
Bossman wanted him to dress up? They should raid a motherfuckin' Mens Wearhouse then.
He emerged from the basement and into the common room where Soul and Jesse were standing and conversing. He pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at the two before offering a half-grin, making it apparent that he was missing one of his canine teeth, while another was chipped. One of the Bullets got a suckerpunch in during one of his first gang throwdowns, and he didn't get medical assistance in time. He personally felt it added to the rough n' tumble, rock n' roll appearance that Poisons were known for. He looked like a man who didn't mind getting his hands dirty at all.
His grin faded when he realized that nobody else was returning this gesture.
"Well then. Do we really have to go meet up with those bloody Sirens and all the other wankers out there? All of us?"
He scratched the back of his neck and grumbled. But he had to go along with it, just be sure to keep your boots tight and your gun close, because any meeting of the Big Four was bound to turn nasty right quick with the most innocuous of side-comments. He'd be sure to keep his eyes peeled for anything resembling a weapon while they were at the table.
At Soul's glare he held up his hands.
"Fine, fine, let's just do this. Let me wake up the little shits and get them watching the hideout and then I'm ready to go."
He turned to Jesse then, "You wanna come with? We are practically adults around here." He smirked, taking one potshot at the bossman's age before he disappeared to go wake up the new recruits and have them play watchtower. ("Yes you can help yourself to whatever is in the fridge, but don't call us unless it's an absolute emergency. Number's by the phone.")
And then the boss 'man's voice echoed down into the showers. They were ALL meeting for this treaty? No! He was supposed to be the one who stayed and made sure the hideout didn't get razed to the ground while the bossman was out negotiating treaties and trade agreements and whatever. Even if he didn't respect his superior's age, he admired the kid's gumption. Soul got things done, and the Poisons were pretty well off as far as the gangs could be. They had food, they had weapons and a full stockpile of ammo. Their scavenging turned up more than enough necessities that they could support a veritable village (and he supposed with the newbies in tow, they were a village now).
Joey turned the shower off and toweled himself dry, throwing on his jeans, a t-shirt, and his hoodie. Suit and a tie? He didn't have one. He had a few changes of clothes, but that was it.
Bossman wanted him to dress up? They should raid a motherfuckin' Mens Wearhouse then.
He emerged from the basement and into the common room where Soul and Jesse were standing and conversing. He pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and looked at the two before offering a half-grin, making it apparent that he was missing one of his canine teeth, while another was chipped. One of the Bullets got a suckerpunch in during one of his first gang throwdowns, and he didn't get medical assistance in time. He personally felt it added to the rough n' tumble, rock n' roll appearance that Poisons were known for. He looked like a man who didn't mind getting his hands dirty at all.
His grin faded when he realized that nobody else was returning this gesture.
"Well then. Do we really have to go meet up with those bloody Sirens and all the other wankers out there? All of us?"
He scratched the back of his neck and grumbled. But he had to go along with it, just be sure to keep your boots tight and your gun close, because any meeting of the Big Four was bound to turn nasty right quick with the most innocuous of side-comments. He'd be sure to keep his eyes peeled for anything resembling a weapon while they were at the table.
At Soul's glare he held up his hands.
"Fine, fine, let's just do this. Let me wake up the little shits and get them watching the hideout and then I'm ready to go."
He turned to Jesse then, "You wanna come with? We are practically adults around here." He smirked, taking one potshot at the bossman's age before he disappeared to go wake up the new recruits and have them play watchtower. ("Yes you can help yourself to whatever is in the fridge, but don't call us unless it's an absolute emergency. Number's by the phone.")
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"Rin, Firo, find out if there are any lights in this dump," Michael told them. Rin started to move but stopped when a dim but sustainable light flooded the area. It looked like a boxing ring and Rin smiled in spite of her efforts to not do so. Len loved boxing, he didn’t like what Naru taught him, instead watching old boxing videos he found in his parents room. Inside the ring was four smallish tables, with four wooden chairs at each table. They had to had been set up ahead of time, but Rin felt no other presence beside their own and relaxed slightly.
"Stella, to my right. Rin, next to her. Firo, to my left," Michael ordered them calmly, leaning back into his seat into the ropes of the boxing ring.
Rin obeyed without question, sitting across from him, the entrance behind her. She shifted uneasily in her seat, her gaze flicking to each side of her. Regardless that this was supposed to be a peaceful meeting; there was always a possibility of an attack. Rin looked behind her and saw nothing for the time being. She sighed and looked at Stella quickly, narrowing her eyes. Giving a mental shrug, she shifted her legs to one side of the chair, turning her body so she could look at the entrance straight on. Her eyes drooped as she dozed off against her will, her lips tugged down in a frown.
"Hellooo beautiful people! The Sirens have arrived! Kitten Gangjeon, it's truly a treat to be here! Zu-Zu here is my second-in-command, the eyes in the back of my head, the cherry to top my sundae! The others haven't arrived yet, but they'll just have to be out of luck I guess. Help yourselves to some of my world famous cookies! Trust me, they aren't poisoned or anything, it would be so rude to try and kill everyone right now." Rin’s eyes widened and she sat up straight, looking at the cookies with interest, paying little mind to what the girl, Kitten, was saying to them. Her hands reached out slowly to grab one without her noticing when the Leader’s voice replied to what Kitten had said.
"Hello... Kitten. I'm Michael, leader of the Keys. That's Stella, my second in command and the most polite and rule-following one of us all." Rin was torn, laugh or be appalled. These people, Sirens, did not need to know that did they? Maybe she was over reacting; she tended to do that a lot, "That's Rin, the muscle and overall strength and powerhouse," Michael motioned to Rin and out of habit she smiled sweetly at the two girls, saying a soft ‘hello’ back to them, "And that's Firo, our tactician... He's a slippery one," Michael leaned forward and grabbed a cookie, causing Rin to cringe. She wanted to have the first one. What if he died and that girl…Kitten, lied to them? Rin just about had a panic attack and tried to think of things that would distract her from the thought of Michael dying.
"I'm actually glad you came first, Kitten. Today Firo was walking around and he found one of your girls being attacked by a cannibal. We have her in our base and she is receiving as much medical attention as we can give her. As soon as she is recovered, I will be more than happy to release her to your care once more... If that is fine with you, of course,"
Yes, please take her back, we don’t want her Rin spat mentally, still trying to come up with a way to stop the dying-Michael thoughts from invading her brain.
"On another note, whoever cooked these deserves to be thanked on my behalf." Rin heard a crunch as he took another bite of the cookie and all thoughts of him dying vanished. She really wanted a cookie. Badly.
Unable to stop herself, Rin grabbed a cookie, luckily remembering her manners before she shoved it into her mouth, instead, took a small bite, and smiled, “Thank you for bringing these Kitten, they are delicious!” Rin polished off the cookie faster than she would like to admit and refrained from snatching another one.
With these cookies by her side, Rin thought she might be able to bare the horrors of this meeting. And the Sirens weren’t as bad as she thought. Though she still hated them.
"Stella, to my right. Rin, next to her. Firo, to my left," Michael ordered them calmly, leaning back into his seat into the ropes of the boxing ring.
Rin obeyed without question, sitting across from him, the entrance behind her. She shifted uneasily in her seat, her gaze flicking to each side of her. Regardless that this was supposed to be a peaceful meeting; there was always a possibility of an attack. Rin looked behind her and saw nothing for the time being. She sighed and looked at Stella quickly, narrowing her eyes. Giving a mental shrug, she shifted her legs to one side of the chair, turning her body so she could look at the entrance straight on. Her eyes drooped as she dozed off against her will, her lips tugged down in a frown.
"Hellooo beautiful people! The Sirens have arrived! Kitten Gangjeon, it's truly a treat to be here! Zu-Zu here is my second-in-command, the eyes in the back of my head, the cherry to top my sundae! The others haven't arrived yet, but they'll just have to be out of luck I guess. Help yourselves to some of my world famous cookies! Trust me, they aren't poisoned or anything, it would be so rude to try and kill everyone right now." Rin’s eyes widened and she sat up straight, looking at the cookies with interest, paying little mind to what the girl, Kitten, was saying to them. Her hands reached out slowly to grab one without her noticing when the Leader’s voice replied to what Kitten had said.
"Hello... Kitten. I'm Michael, leader of the Keys. That's Stella, my second in command and the most polite and rule-following one of us all." Rin was torn, laugh or be appalled. These people, Sirens, did not need to know that did they? Maybe she was over reacting; she tended to do that a lot, "That's Rin, the muscle and overall strength and powerhouse," Michael motioned to Rin and out of habit she smiled sweetly at the two girls, saying a soft ‘hello’ back to them, "And that's Firo, our tactician... He's a slippery one," Michael leaned forward and grabbed a cookie, causing Rin to cringe. She wanted to have the first one. What if he died and that girl…Kitten, lied to them? Rin just about had a panic attack and tried to think of things that would distract her from the thought of Michael dying.
"I'm actually glad you came first, Kitten. Today Firo was walking around and he found one of your girls being attacked by a cannibal. We have her in our base and she is receiving as much medical attention as we can give her. As soon as she is recovered, I will be more than happy to release her to your care once more... If that is fine with you, of course,"
Yes, please take her back, we don’t want her Rin spat mentally, still trying to come up with a way to stop the dying-Michael thoughts from invading her brain.
"On another note, whoever cooked these deserves to be thanked on my behalf." Rin heard a crunch as he took another bite of the cookie and all thoughts of him dying vanished. She really wanted a cookie. Badly.
Unable to stop herself, Rin grabbed a cookie, luckily remembering her manners before she shoved it into her mouth, instead, took a small bite, and smiled, “Thank you for bringing these Kitten, they are delicious!” Rin polished off the cookie faster than she would like to admit and refrained from snatching another one.
With these cookies by her side, Rin thought she might be able to bare the horrors of this meeting. And the Sirens weren’t as bad as she thought. Though she still hated them.
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Stella walked in after following Michael’s gesture to follow, taking her fedora off once she got inside. She listened to Michael give off orders to Rin and Firo, but without even five seconds going by, he did it himself, turning on the lights. Stell examined the old looking boxing ring, seeing it had no traps on it, she relaxed, and seeing the four tables and the sixteen chairs, four belonging to each table."Stella, to my right. Rin, next to her. Firo, to my left," Watching as Michael sat down and leaning back, Shouldn’t lean back in your chair... Stella said in her mind, dusting one of the chairs off and sitting in it, watching Rin sit next to her. Stella kept her eye on the door, but glancing around the room through the corner of her eyes.
Stella wondered who the first gang was, hoping it wouldn’t be the Poison since well, they were unpredictable. Stella heard noise outside the door, thinking it was a gang, pulled Michael from leaning back to look more professional. Then seeing Ms. Gangjeon and her second-in-command walk in, both in charge of the Sirens. "Hellooo beautiful people! The Sirens have arrived!" Watching Kitten waving franticly "Kitten Gangjeon, it's truly a treat to be here, Zu-Zu here is my second-in-command, the eyes in the back of my head, the cherry to top my sundae!" Stella watched as Kitten pulled out some cookies, "The others haven't arrived yet, but they'll just have to be out of luck I guess. Help yourselves to some of my world famous cookies! Trust me, they aren't poisoned or anything, it would be so rude to try and kill everyone right now." She watched as Rin’s eyes glued to the cookies and listened as Michael began to talk.
"Hello... Kitten. I'm Michael, leader of the Keys. That's Stella, my second in command and the most polite and rule-following one of us all." Stella smiled after being introduced, and saying a sweet hello and nice to meet you, and listening to Michael introduce the others. "I'm actually glad you came first, Kitten. Today Firo was walking around and he found one of your girls being attacked by a cannibal. We have her in our base and she is receiving as much medical attention as we can give her. As soon as she is recovered I will be more than happy to release her to your care once more... If that is fine with you, of course," Stella gave a glare at Michael, which she rarely every gave anyone a glare, then looking back at the Sirens. Michael, Michael, don’t you know, save bad news till the end of meetings. Stella said in the back of her head, knowing she would have to talk to Michael after the meeting.
Stella listened to Michael and Rin give a compliment about the cookies, she wasn’t really into cookies much. “The cookies do look delightful, but I'm not a cookie person. But thank you for offering.” She said, looking at Kitten. “Ms. Gangjeon, Ms. Shuzari, if you don’t mind me asking, could you please sit in a chair, and not on the table. Please and thank you.” Stella said, she knew all the leaders and second-in-commands last names from the peace treaty signing. Stella knew the two Sirens would more than likely say no, none of the other gangs had etiquette, but some of them did have manners.
Stella wondered who the first gang was, hoping it wouldn’t be the Poison since well, they were unpredictable. Stella heard noise outside the door, thinking it was a gang, pulled Michael from leaning back to look more professional. Then seeing Ms. Gangjeon and her second-in-command walk in, both in charge of the Sirens. "Hellooo beautiful people! The Sirens have arrived!" Watching Kitten waving franticly "Kitten Gangjeon, it's truly a treat to be here, Zu-Zu here is my second-in-command, the eyes in the back of my head, the cherry to top my sundae!" Stella watched as Kitten pulled out some cookies, "The others haven't arrived yet, but they'll just have to be out of luck I guess. Help yourselves to some of my world famous cookies! Trust me, they aren't poisoned or anything, it would be so rude to try and kill everyone right now." She watched as Rin’s eyes glued to the cookies and listened as Michael began to talk.
"Hello... Kitten. I'm Michael, leader of the Keys. That's Stella, my second in command and the most polite and rule-following one of us all." Stella smiled after being introduced, and saying a sweet hello and nice to meet you, and listening to Michael introduce the others. "I'm actually glad you came first, Kitten. Today Firo was walking around and he found one of your girls being attacked by a cannibal. We have her in our base and she is receiving as much medical attention as we can give her. As soon as she is recovered I will be more than happy to release her to your care once more... If that is fine with you, of course," Stella gave a glare at Michael, which she rarely every gave anyone a glare, then looking back at the Sirens. Michael, Michael, don’t you know, save bad news till the end of meetings. Stella said in the back of her head, knowing she would have to talk to Michael after the meeting.
Stella listened to Michael and Rin give a compliment about the cookies, she wasn’t really into cookies much. “The cookies do look delightful, but I'm not a cookie person. But thank you for offering.” She said, looking at Kitten. “Ms. Gangjeon, Ms. Shuzari, if you don’t mind me asking, could you please sit in a chair, and not on the table. Please and thank you.” Stella said, she knew all the leaders and second-in-commands last names from the peace treaty signing. Stella knew the two Sirens would more than likely say no, none of the other gangs had etiquette, but some of them did have manners.
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Kitten
Kitten had slipped away into one of her little wonderlands halfway through the Key's introductions. She had heard enough to remember their names, which she so easily seemed to forget even though they had just signed a peace treaty. "Hmm, I think they need more sugar." She tapped her chin while thoughtfully chewing on another cookie. The mentioning of a fellow Siren encountering one of the many crazed cannibals that lurked around had sent her right back into reality and she was suddenly fully focused on the conversation. She clutched at her chest and leaned forward as if someone had punched her in the stomach. "My poor baby! I'm so happy to hear you've helped her out, oh now how will I ever repay you? Hm, I know I bake you an endless supply of cookies! I suppose that seems fair right?" She had tensed up at first, thinking that one of her gang members had fallen to some tragic fate, but she was alright and receiving medical attention so Kitten visibly relaxed.
Her thought train switched tracks and she was right back to thinking about the cookies. "I'm thrilled you all enjoy them, I do love baking it's at the top of my list right above kicking ass and dying my hair." Another fit of puerile giggles escaped her mouth before the girl named Stella had kindly asked Aden and Kitten to sit in the chairs instead of the table. "Oh...," she looked around like she was just noticing the chairs there for the first time. "Since you asked nicely." She shrugged and sat down in the closest chair but after settling down she propped her legs up on the table and tilted her chair backwards against it's two hind legs. "Ah much better." It was a struggle to sit still for more than a few seconds, waiting around for the other gangs to arrive was driving her crazy.
Kitten drummed her fingers over the handle of the pink whip she had in resting in her lap and started humming to keep herself busy. "Hmph, I hope they don't expect us to wait all day now." She started pouting and folded her arms over her chest with an irritated sigh. "So, I came up with what I think is a great idea. Grant is the richest man in the world now, I bet he has a whole mansion full of maids and butlers. We could all dress up like his servants to get inside, then I could make him a nice cup of Earl Grey--wait for it, this is the best part! It's poisoned! He wouldn't know any better though, since I mean he has to have a certain level of trust for the hired help right? He'll drink it and just drop dead! Then we could all gather around in his office and dance around his body! Ooh maybe I could even draw little doodles on his face, I wonder if he already has a mustache. I bet it isn't pink!" Kitten looked at each of the Keys, the scary part about her plan was that she was dead serious. "It's perfect right?" She clasped her hands together in anticipation, awaiting for everyone to applaud her on the crafted scheme.
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Re: [OOC] LOUD
I hate our internet... out house has like these power fluctuations so it knocks out the wifi and it sucks -.- havent really been able to get online all that much because of it... but anyways...WOO! finally edited Heine's background :D AND I'm already half way through my post^^ most likely gonna be up by tmw!
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Hmm hmm, this is just an early heads up August 19th-26th I won't be online, leaving for school, starting clubs, going on a retreat, so I won't be able to post around then :\
In the meantime, I went ahead and posted agaaaain ^^
In the meantime, I went ahead and posted agaaaain ^^
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Yeah and I got caught up in one, from what I heard everything is getting better now. ^^ no worries about the characters you two, do them whenever you have the time.
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Omg Tab be safe! Aren't there like a ton of riots going on over there?? D: Scary >.<
Okay... still working on post! And char... and my char for HH... All these will hopefully be up by the end of this weekend... It would be sooner but i just got a hell of a lot more busy >.< (friend somehow convinced me to join the international comedy team... we'll see how THAT pans out..)
Okay... still working on post! And char... and my char for HH... All these will hopefully be up by the end of this weekend... It would be sooner but i just got a hell of a lot more busy >.< (friend somehow convinced me to join the international comedy team... we'll see how THAT pans out..)
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Oh Tab, hello, nice to see you (if only breifly) My char isnt up just yet...i too have had some...complications. School is just about ready to start so im getting ready for that, causing my RP making time to vanish. She should be up this...Friday? I will be gone with weekend on some...business i guess.
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You probably already know this but I'm away in London at the moment. A few incidents keep happening here but I'm not dead yet and hopefully I'll be back Friday so I can post. Although if things dont start getting better here I may be back earlier... Or not at all... *coughs* Anyway I will be fine and I shall be back on Friday! Sorry about joining and then leaving it wasn't my fault!
Re: [OOC] LOUD
cut her out? wow...that is funny. but that just HAD to be scary too. ^^; i almost couldnt get out of a shirt once in Cali. It was too small when i tried to put it on but i got it over my chest. APPARENTLY, it was actually too small, i couldnt get it back over, and spent like 10 mins trying to get it off. ^^; well at least i didnt buy it.
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There was nothing funny about that, I almost had a panic attack >.> I really thought I could still fit it even though it's been in my closet for ten years ^^;
I'm gonna go ahead and post again tomorrow.
I'm gonna go ahead and post again tomorrow.
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That's cool Cayleen :)!
So I just had to cut Pimp out of one of her old cheer leading shirts.....sad hahaha:)!
So I just had to cut Pimp out of one of her old cheer leading shirts.....sad hahaha:)!
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Hmm... well it seems no one has posted for Bullet's yet... Woo... Well I might as well get this on the move! *starts typing*
EDIT: IDEA! :D Okay i was looking back in Heine's history (still have yet to edit) and I was thinking instead of changing it completely and saying he never was in Poison that I'll keep that bit^^ AT some point in his life he was apart of Poison as their muscle but then Soul came into the picture. Heine didn't like the way he was leading them and disagreed with most of what Soul did. So instead of sticking around Heine left and joined Bullets :P Sound good? Felt like this might add some conflict and therefore plot^^
EDIT: IDEA! :D Okay i was looking back in Heine's history (still have yet to edit) and I was thinking instead of changing it completely and saying he never was in Poison that I'll keep that bit^^ AT some point in his life he was apart of Poison as their muscle but then Soul came into the picture. Heine didn't like the way he was leading them and disagreed with most of what Soul did. So instead of sticking around Heine left and joined Bullets :P Sound good? Felt like this might add some conflict and therefore plot^^
Re: [OOC] LOUD
The IC...She is so quiet @.@
I think it's just me and Lovely in the Sirens now, I messaged Lady Lola but she never got back to me :/
I think it's just me and Lovely in the Sirens now, I messaged Lady Lola but she never got back to me :/
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@Cayleen: this IS once i get her ya know. XD and 4everlove kinda...needs to find a someone that will...idk TRANSLATE STUFF INTO JAPANESE. and i gotta figure out the stupid program. *might need a new computer* *might have to use her COMPUTER and not her laptop* (shudder) But you did say i could play with her. cuz i am. blah, i wanna play with her voice and make her sing....UNINSTALL (ahhhhhh bestest song EVER)
Edit: i recently just had a spider in my HOUSE (Cayleen you know this) and so...i took measures to make sure it DIED a HORRIBLE death. Since i killed this spider so AWESOMELY, i made a list of steps of how to kill any spider you find in your house.
How to kill a spider in your house:
1. spray it with odor neutralizer
2. vacuum it up with the hose
3. quickly dispose of the bag from the vacuum to make sure it doesnt crawl out and kill you
4. toss the trash into the bin outside and hope it doesnt come back to kill you as you sleep.
Edit: i recently just had a spider in my HOUSE (Cayleen you know this) and so...i took measures to make sure it DIED a HORRIBLE death. Since i killed this spider so AWESOMELY, i made a list of steps of how to kill any spider you find in your house.
How to kill a spider in your house:
1. spray it with odor neutralizer
2. vacuum it up with the hose
3. quickly dispose of the bag from the vacuum to make sure it doesnt crawl out and kill you
4. toss the trash into the bin outside and hope it doesnt come back to kill you as you sleep.
Re: [OOC] LOUD
I messaged One from the Poisons, so if they don't get back to me by tonight, then the spot is going to have to be reopen.
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Gumi Extend!! yesh! I can NOT wait for you to get her Freak! :D Once you master her voice and I get better at GCing (finally getting a tablet for my bday x3) we can combine our skills with 4everlove's lyric expertise and make amazing youtube vids :D *exited*
Okay! Time to read... all the posts...
Okay! Time to read... all the posts...
Re: [OOC] LOUD
Three posts in a row where three different people are specifically talking to me. I'm so popular. *snickers* xD
@Poetic: Haha, yeah, see? It's...awkward.
@Lovely: Thank you! *secretly cheers* Though Cayleen's character is equally as awesome. He's cute too. x3
@Freak: I know! It's awesomesauce! There are a lot of music videos of it though. That wasn't my favorite one. I was just too lazy to go searching for my favorite video.
@Poetic: Haha, yeah, see? It's...awkward.
@Lovely: Thank you! *secretly cheers* Though Cayleen's character is equally as awesome. He's cute too. x3
@Freak: I know! It's awesomesauce! There are a lot of music videos of it though. That wasn't my favorite one. I was just too lazy to go searching for my favorite video.
Re: [OOC] LOUD
@Lovely: No, because I've been waiting for One to reply before I post and take us all there. Also, question, who's on my side now? Tabby or Cayleen?
@Poetic: Yeah, I know that, but it's suggestive enough for him to look over and say something. I don't even look at two guys hugging each other with him in the room lol.
@Freak: Cantarella is my favorite song by Kaito. <3
@Poetic: Yeah, I know that, but it's suggestive enough for him to look over and say something. I don't even look at two guys hugging each other with him in the room lol.
@Freak: Cantarella is my favorite song by Kaito. <3